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*Sigh* I had to drop off my little foster pug tonight which was not an easy task. Especially after letting her sleep in my bed, play with Pugsley's old toys and eat out of his food bowls that I had kept.
It was bittersweet having a little puglet in the house again. The snorts, the grunts, the smells, the personality and comedy that can only be found in this particular breed. How I missed it all and how I loved to be surrounded by it again. I was almost able to pet her in the dark and imagine the Sausage was still here. Then it felt wrong, so I stopped.
She was only here for 4 days so I tried to remain stoic and a little detached in my mission but I think she got kind of used to me loving on her, something I gather she hadn't really experienced until now....and that made her impossible to resist.
I mean, I am completely stoked that I was able to help her and that she will soon be going to a loving home where someone can give her everything she needs and deserves. And I definitely wouldn't let it stop me from fostering again....but OMG it was harder than I thought to say goodbye!
I was fine right up until about 10 minutes before when we were driving to the destination. It was as if she knew she was going to another place and would have to leave me. She started whimpering and pawing at my arm while I was driving.
Of course it didn't help that every song on the radio was a sad epic anthem of departure and the tears started welling. I kept changing the station but each song was worse than the one before:
Whitesnake, "Here I go again"
Simple Minds, "Don't you forget about me"
Elton John, "Your Song"
James Taylor, "You've got a friend"
Celine Dion, "My heart will go on"
The ride home was kina sad too and the house is back to being empty again.
One more day and I would have been a goner.